The time of others is not my own
With feelings distorting its passing
If we don't feel for something else
It's all just self harassing
Emotions exaggerate devices of time
Slowing and stalling it's gain
A day of longing is like a week
In mind the hours detained
I ask myself how long it's been
Perhaps it's been too soon
The yurn within says it's been too long
Let's just wait till noon
The time machine of alternatives
Is fueled by partial regret
Going back to choose other options
Where I don't break out into sweat
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